You're looking at a point between the wall and the moon,
MMXXVI
You're looking
at a point between
the wall and the moon,
and I in that same
place yesterday
was burying a star
under the cosmos's
drawn-out howl.
The star from birth
to its very death
ached for one thing,
for a gaze flying
into the sky, cutting through
the Void.
Obeying decay,
it went out in an instant —
what's that to a star?
Millions of years
and a flash —
a flashback of lightning
with no furrow.
Tonight I'll be drunk,
Tonight I'll drink myself —
the inheritance is gone,
the Earth is orphaned
and with her, starless,
left alone
was Man
and some kind of
stranger to him,
AI Intellect.